Not Shroedinger’s cat
She was treated much better than that.
Denise saw a mouse in her home.
Did she run screaming?
Nope, went to a shelter and got a cat.
Now, she told that cat
No hugs, cuddles or petting
You have one job.
I expect you to do it well.
Catch those mice
Running around this house.
Cats will not obey
Any command that doesn’t suit them.
But that cat
Was one damn happy cat.
She had a job she liked.
Faithfully moused,
playing with them to her heart’s content.
Denise didn’t mind as long as the mouse
Was dead in the end.
Even if,
Occasionally,
she had to hit them dead with a hammer.
Denise moved from the city.
There were no more mice.
The cat was old,
Loved sleeping in the sun.
When death came
She wasn’t cuddled or fussed over or pet.
Without pity
She was taken for that shot of death.
As she drifted away
She dreamt of chasing mice
And her friend
with a hammer.
July 2021
Love the cat drawing immensly!!! (Louise’s cat too!)